Witchy Woman

Faith Moore, 21, bartender. 

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kylexkane:

Wisely ignoring the suggestion–although it’d be appreciated later–Kyle gave the woman a rueful look before frowning and huffing out a breath. “Yeah. Sure, I could use it.” Grumbling as he swiped hands on his jeans, Kyle took a breath. “Thanks.”

An eyebrow arches, taking a look around. Faith knew that being hands on would likely backfire, but she still needed to try. “Maybe if we mess with a few wires?” The girl muses softly, taking a glance at a few tools. “No problem really, better than being useless.”

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kylexkane:

“Goddammit,” Kyle snarled and glared at the fuse box that blew. Again. This time literally. He was on edge, ready to snap and forced fingers through his hair, took a few slow breaths. Cool it. Calm down, he repeated like a mantra.

Lips pressing to the side, she watches for a few more moments. Finally, Faith leans against the wall, letting out a soft sigh. “Calm down, yeah?” She murmurs calmly, trying to offer a small smile. “Let me help?”

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noah-pembroke:

Noah turned to the redhead once the younger guardian had left. A witch, vaguely familiar. With everything else going on it took him a few beats to place her, one of the newer bartenders he’d seen but had no idea what her name was. “Apothecary’s just up the street there. Rose and Co, it’s called, run by a friend of mind named Isabel.” He shifted and pointed the other way. “Coffee’s just over there. Be prepared to stand in line. And get bumped into. Common occurrence in there. That’s usually the first place people find around here, sometimes even before a place to live.” 

Hands going to the pocket of her jacket, eyes up at the man. She’s sure that she saw him around here or there but couldn’t place him. Faith mainly kept to herself, not wanting to grow close with many people. Looking up at where he’d been talking about, letting out a hum and nodding. “Thanks ya. Name’s Faith. “ She murmurs, smiling at the man now. “So long as it’s good coffee, I won’t really mind at all.”

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Noah held up a hand, finger extended, silently telling the approaching person to wait. His intense eyes never left the man before him. “…Then you go around and question them again. Am I clear?” The young guardian before him gave a meek and tired yessir, heels clicked together and his chest puffed out as he gave a curt nod and strode off. Noah gritted his teeth as he watched the retreat, then turned to the person who was waiting. “What can I do for you?” he asked brusquely. 

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Freezing, faith waits as patient as she could. Carefully watching the situation before her. It looked intense but nothing that she was alarmed of right off the bat. Finally approaching when the clear was given, the girl cants her head to the side for a moment. “Easy, really. Know the best place to shop for some herbs? All kinds of them. And best place for coffee as well.”

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